There are times when the entire world denies the truth you know within.
There are times you must be a lion, a deer, an eagle, a tree -- but now you must be a rock.
Now you must not flinch, not in any way even acknowledge the existence of the mighty waves that come crashing down upon you, conspiring to grind you to sand, to sweep you away to join them in the vast ocean.
You must be the hard, unmoving rock that lies at the essence of your soul, the voice from beyond all this ephemeral reality, from beyond all time and space, that says, "They are nothing. There is none else but He."
It begins with you. And then it happens in your world: The outer crust of facade begins to crack, the essential reality is revealed, the storm dissipates as though it never were, and all things begin to say, "I am not a thing. In truth, there is none else but He."
T. Freeman
